"I didn’t expect that after so many years, soone would still rember this old man?" The white-haired elder chuckled as he stroked his beard.
"Alright, since you are here, don’t leave. A visitor is a guest, so just stay here and rest well."
"Interesting." Sang Lan noticed the tension in Yuan Feng beside him. A master who could make a grandmaster of Yuan Feng’s caliber nervous was unexpectedly hiding in such a remote and secluded place.
This trip was far from as boring as he had imagined.
"A visitor is a guest—that’s what Chen Junchen of your Confucian Sect once told ."
At the ntion of Chen Junchen, the smile on the white-haired elder’s face imdiately faded, his eyes narrowing as an indescribable feeling of oppression spread from him.
Chen Junchen, the greatest master of the Confucian Sect, once narrowly lost to the Imperial Tutor with just one move, representing an era of the past.
It was the last peak of the Confucian Sect, and also its last glory.
Unfortunately... after being defeated by the Imperial Tutor, Chen Junchen disappeared without a trace. The Confucian Sect was also completely suppressed, and nowadays, it has vanished from sight.
Even scholars were relegated to the lowest level.
"It seems you two are indeed old acquaintances. As the saying goes, ’First act on one’s words, then follow them.’ Since I’ve invited the two of you to stay as guests, I must apologize!"
The elder’s expression returned to calm, and he suddenly raised his hand, producing a crisp and lodious sound of bells colliding.
The sound seed to soothe one’s soul, evoking the purest and most beautiful images in one’s mind, unconsciously making one lose the will to fight.
At this mont, Dongfang Mu seed like the kindest and most peaceful elder, sincerely imparting virtue and guiding others.
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Outside Wushan Prefecture city.
Zhang Rongfang suddenly paused, turning his head to look toward Wish Girl Gorge in the distance.
In the air there, a simple firework made by the Human Immortal Temple suddenly rose.
The fireworks were the simplest yellow. To distinguish them from others, they used two tied together, designed at an angle, which would explode into a subtle elliptical shape.
Is sothing happening at Wish Girl Gorge?
He paused at the city gate, watching the fireworks slowly dissipate.
He had just observed the situation there through the perspective of a puppet. Once he confird that the target wasn’t after his sister and the others, he was relieved.
As for the rest, compared to Wish Girl Gorge, the other side rely lost a puppet, which could easily be replaced later.
The importance of the two cannot be compared.
Having made up his mind, he turned and swiftly headed back the way he ca.
Boom!!
Just then, a dull thud that sounded like an explosion spread within the city.
A corner of the city wall was forcefully shattered from high above, scattering a large amount of rubble and bricks that fell to the ground.
The crowd below was stunned for a mont upon witnessing this scene. Then, screams erupted, and everyone scattered like startled birds, fleeing and hiding wherever they could.
In re minutes, the area around the city gate was devoid of any people.
Even Zhang Rongfang didn’t expect that these people could hide so skillfully.
But what mattered now wasn’t that, but the location of the explosion.
He looked up in that direction; it was precisely where his puppet was located.
Soone was fighting, and it was top-tier masters!
’Wish Girl Gorge is protected by the Wish Girl; even if there are issues, they won’t be significant. Deal with this first!’
Imdiately, he displayed his body technique, suddenly entering the city and racing toward the explosion’s direction.
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On an empty street near the city wall.
A massive monk, towering four ters tall, was swinging arms as thick as beams, engaging fiercely with another similarly robust and muscular white-haired elder.
The elder, shirtless, moved agilely, and just when he was about to be hit, he seed to anticipate it, already prepared to dodge.
After dozens of such instances, the monk not only failed to hit him but also exhausted his own strength, continuously getting hit and injured.
However, though he was continually wounded, his injuries would swiftly heal, unlike a human.
After so ti, the elder obviously appeared weary, his movents slowly diminishing.
"It seems age has caught up with ." The elder swiftly retreated and landed lightly on the edge of the roof to stand. It was none other than Dongfang Mu of the Confucian Sect.
His gaze calm, he watched Yuan Feng.
By now, he had realized that they had not co for him, and everything was just a misunderstanding.
But the misunderstanding no longer mattered.
Knowing the Confucian Sect was here, the Western Sect wouldn’t let this pass easily.
"Oh well... it’s been a long ti since I’ve used it... if I don’t use it now, there might not be another chance..."
He sighed.
At this mont, Yuan Feng also felt a bit inexplicable. Dongfang Mu, as the top expert of the Confucian Sect, had made his na many years ago. Although now old and in decline, he could still suppress him with his formidable preemptive skills.
However, he couldn’t understand why Sang Lan hadn’t taken action yet.
Having unexpectedly hooked a big fish, why hadn’t he seized the opportunity to capture everyone?
Instead, he stood by watching, smiling, as if he had nothing to do with it. As if everything had nothing to do with him.
And across from him stood the Celestial Maiden, vigilantly eyeing this person.
In her mind, this man seed just like a wealthy young master, but for so reason, he always gave her an intense sense of oppression.
This feeling was sohow familiar to her, as if she had encountered sothing similar in forgotten mories.
Unfortunately, she had forgotten. Everything about the past, about the Eastern Sect, was entirely forgotten.
"Are you not going to help?" Sang Lan withdrew his gaze and glanced at the Celestial Maiden.
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